Microwave Towers!

For some years they had taken no notice

of the ever-increasing microwave towers

that seemed to be erected everywhere

any enquiries told for improved coverage

of cell phone signals as demand increased

or the wi-fi speed had to be much faster

this the public had to accept as being true

knowing pointless for answers to pursue!

 

But as the numbers alarmingly escalated

and illness there  began to rapidly surge

animals also became lethargic and died

fear really set in when people succumbed

readings were taken to show microwave

output was right off the instruments scale

yet the authorities remained insensitive

as helplessly the became radioactive!

 

 

As those death waves continued to bombard

there was no recourse nor legal MasterCard!

 

Is this a conspiracy theory or a fact?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Unable!

Gazing at the throng of humanity

he sat unable to understand

tired of such a long turbulent life

the memories still clear

unable to comprehend that need

their desire to proceed!

 

To prolong their lives into centuries

he found after a hundred years

so hard to face always stayed young

as friends and family aged

his girlfriends withered by his side

leaving him when they died!

 

An enzyme within his DNA the reason

his life seemed to never end

had thought often of taking his own life

but felt it was the cowards way

resigned to wait for that allotted day

hoping it was not far away!

 

Got up and faded quietly into the crowds

to a lonely life in his home

prepared it maybe another century to live

with more memories to recall

friends to make and then say goodbye

now use to time passing him by!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Death!

Felt the shot just a little pain

saw him there gazing

yet had no fear to sustain

my life began fazing

darkness followed like a veil

into death did sail!

 

Familiar voices they comforted

without a sense of dread

visions of my past reconstructed

formed like a woven thread

being within this timeless zone

stillness in the unknown!

 

Wars deception endless carnage gone

that longed for tranquility

affected by life’s endless marathon

years of passionate futility

of bills threats or toiling to survive

now no longer alive!

 

That cycle had ended forever!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Presence!

Its ominous presence created a nightmare image

situated on land near the sea

a nuclear power station had been completed

but the cost spiraled out of control

dogged with mishaps many rumours had spread

filling the locals with dread!

 

Dark and dismal built on the site of an old house

that was reputedly haunted

this thought was enhanced when local employees

told of accidents from within

power surges water level leaks during inspection

on tests before the grid connection!

 

Blighted this facility that had not been welcomed

once it was known the plans

saw one building demolished and another progress

ringed by high security fences

overshadowing the pleasant nearby by community

that once was a people in unity!

 

But sides had now developed of divided viewpoints

some glad to have employment

others fearful of what lay within its sinister borders

not only from the radiation

an area filled with unexplained and haunted places

where there were no-go spaces!

 

All the opposition to the building had been discarded

completed then the day arrived

it went on-line nothing was mentioned of problems

threats to the locals were made

silence was forcibly maintained as the first mortality

occurred added to the sense of brutality!

 

Alarms were heard increasingly the employees jaded

reporting apparitions seen

bizarre noises and electronic equipment failing

with the risk  of a melt down

being privately owned everything was suppressed

until  it could no longer be repressed!

 

There was little warning of the catastrophic explosion

as the new dawn was breaking

the cooling water had drained and the core melted

trapping the night-shift within

contaminating the mains water supply and ocean

authorities until then had no notion!

 

Radioactive dust quickly engulfed the small township

and surrounding countryside

the outside world were thrust into this ensuing strife

grim remnants of another ruin

on cursed ground towered over them like a fiery beast

upon their souls to eternally feast!

 

Contaminated for thousand of years now guaranteed

hundreds died many more fated

a cause had not been determined an ongoing question

few dare enter this dead zone

those who have said nothing about their experiences

nor mentioned the many disappearances!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

That Moment Of birth!

That moment of a birth the joy and pride

expectations for the perfect future

but often this is not always the fairy tale story

of many whose lives are of misery

and squalor brought up in a violent background

guns and bombs the only sound!

 

Hounded with families out of their natural homes

through history the pattern repeats

stability is something that millions can never know

forced to be nomadic not by choice

some overcome adversity and find the good path

others it will lead to wrath!

 

It has to be said even those in theory who are born

into society’s good life stray

humans can too often be easily led the wrong way

poverty is far from misguiding

for those who have the misfortune to live that life

facing years of this strife!

 

Help is offered in different ways in these catastrophes

aid to support and give a little hope

countries involved do not seem to help their people

relying on aid from western countries

yet hatred and tribal disputes over centuries exist

and hope of peace many do resist!

 

Major nations pursue to take sides violence persists

the compassion factor ignored

corruption or greed has always been in our makeup

nothing has changed in that process

even with the unstable and endless human unrest

is there still not much to be blest?

 

I refuse to give up the belief in mankind just yet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Rusting Ship!

The rusting ship had seen such a lot of action

in the second world war

yet still working as a cargo vessel to this day

many who had been crew

would not go on her again some left stressed

quickly by their own request!

 

For an unknown number who just vanished

no strict records kept

being a family venture around the islands

where large companies

would not go there was little profit to make

the gamble did not take!

 

On a calm early Monday tide the old ship

set off for a week-long trip

the engines sounding like an aging heart

though more irregular

but still doing their job after eighty years

but hard work for the engineers!

 

Always a palpable foreboding amongst crew

even though mostly new

with no work about they had no other joyce

nobody ventured alone

always in pairs the security team checked

every deck they trekked!

 

Above the usual noises always whispering

this was commonly reported

not helping their already jittery demeanor

there was nowhere to run

reaching the storage holds a light flashed

near them an object crashed!

 

Shaken heard footsteps a shape rushed by

but neither waited around

from nowhere a voice shouted you will die

two terrified seamen hid

in the crew galley like frightened children

not tough worldly men!

 

They had a walkie-talkie contacted the captain

informing them of their situation

angry at their disgraceful behaviour told them

to immediately come to the bridge

when they refused headed down to confront

he considered it a shabby stunt!

 

Reaching their position found the door open

but nobody was there

he searched every corner without success

puzzled returned to the bridge

urgently summoned everybody on board

to confront the discord!

 

A frightened bunch now stood before him

as he gave the bad news

informing them a full search must be done

which was not taken well

it was decided unanimously the twenty crew

for safety split into two!

 

There was another it was the second officer

who naturally had to steer

and safely control the aging haunted bucket

the teams searched everywhere

their nerve was under strain as they roamed

without success she was combed!

 

As the creaks got louder and bangs increased

returned to their base

it was clear more of the crew had gone missing

fifteen now sat in the mess

a strong sense of them being closely observed

trapped  specimen’s presevered!

 

Objects floating small like creatures moving about

made some aim to escape

none got far and were gone never to be seen again

frantically the captain called

up to the officer on the bridge by radio no reply

but he could not hear the cry!

 

An unseen mass had already engulfed his body

now without guidance it drifted

towards the shoreline and folk of a coastal town

not a soul left alive on board

the growing  malevolent mass now out of control

depraved seeking every living soul!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Mary!

The elderly man was lonely since his wife had died

he would not accept help had his pride.

Not an easy life and a soldier in the last world war

but nobody seemed to care any more.

What he did for his king and country just history

his life was in the past to most a mystery!

 

Finding it difficult without Mary to face each day

his depression would not go away.

Two grown up children they never came to call

not since Mary had died after the fall.

Living in the same house for nearly fifty-two years

they were so happy now shed only tears.

 

He lost the will to live so Ben fell into endless sleep

no longer for that burden to keep.

Twelve months later neighbours reported a smell

lingering where from they could not tell.

There were a  few relatives that could be found

when he was buried in the ground!

 

But Ben was now by his wife’s side once again.

 

At least she loved him and cared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.